A little bathroom humor

I have always disliked blogs. They are for narcissists. I mean, who really should ever write this much about themselves, or those in their lives? Yet, here I am. My sole purpose of this blog is to be able to chronicle what a day in the life of a Dutton boy is like. Since I have three, it shouldn't be hard. I'm sure my own opinions especially political or others might creep in from time to time. But if you are reading this, you must know that I am a highly opinionated person, and I won't apologize. My boys are my life, and the fourth one- my husband is included. I may dub him as largest boy from time to time. When trying to come up with a title for my blog, I decided not to think too hard and go for the thing that I feel is discussed most in our household. I have many more years of falling in toilets, and I cannot tell you how many times I do this. (One would think to look...) Yet, I feel it ultimately may be a privilege to try to survive in this group of "men" who will no doubt try to drown me before it's all over. I won't feign that bathroom humor is only a boy thing, and I often have gotten drawn in from time to time. Just this evening, the two older boys were in the bathtub making bubbles and discussing "parts." I mean, does this really ever change? I doubt it. I'm just thrilled they have each other to giggle with regarding these issues. However, while making the bed, I found myself laughing at them and then my husband joining in. Maybe it's not the best parenting to allow them to laugh about their bodily functions, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say that I think laughing in general is better than always stopping kids from their innate silly nature. Perhaps that's how we all become so serious as adults. I'm voting for a "bubble" bath if you know what I mean.